Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Television,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.